Chapter 11 Oh so that’s what it was!
 
 “Hey, Harry?”
 “Hmmm?” Harry Potter was watching Draco Malfoy from across the dining hall. There was a heat in his eyes that Emily smile at. Start giving a boy good, regular sex and he just wants it all the more. Finally Harry, barely flushing from something Draco had mouthed, turned to Emily. “Yeah?”
 “Ya said ya’d been t’inkin’ ‘bout dat blue t’ing?”
 “Yeah, Draco said…shit.”
 Emily laughed. “Ya t’ink I don’ know? Jus’ continue, Harry.”
 “Draco says that he thinks that the reason people are…wizards are afraid of you is Voldemort related. Something about him using his experiments as spies.”
 “An’ does ‘periments would be?”
 “Mutated wizards.”
 “Ah,” Emily nodded. Beside her Hermione stiffened slightly, and Emily drew circles on her back, soothing her as her own eyes narrowed in remembrance of similar experiments by a different man.  “So dey t’ink I’m a spy. Den wha’ about da Slytherins?”
 “Apparently they know that all Voldemort’s experiments have been...have switched sides. Dumbledore probably knows this too, but he’s not allowed to tell, they’re undercover some of them, I think.”
 “So basically anyone coulda been trying to kill me.”
 Hermione cut in. “Not really, only someone who knows older magics, things that are unused. Djinns like that went out with Aladdin.”
 Harry looked puzzled, “what’s like that?”
 “Djinns. A kind of Middle Eastern genie.”
 “Oh.”
 “So basically it had ta be summoned.” Emily grimaced into her food. “Harry, stop looking a’ Malfoy like ya wanna fuck ‘im or somthin’. Jus’ go do it.”
 Harry flushed. “I’m sorry, Emily.”
 “ ‘S ok. I understand.” There was heat in her eyes as she looked at Hermione, who blushed and looked away, only to find Seamus grinning at her. She sighed and leaned into the arm that Emily slipped around her waist. She would head to the library later. It wasn’t so much that she was embarrassed by all the…hormones and togetherness. She just thought that it shouldn’t get in the way of academics and studying. Especially when the studying might catch the person who had tried to hurt Emily. Not that it was all that easy to hurt Emily, she was so strong, so amazing, so-Hermione realized that she was waxing lyrical again and stopped that line of thought- but nevertheless, it wasn’t right. And that person would hopefully get what they deserved.
 She looked across the table, away from Harry who was still staring at Draco. As much as she knew he wasn’t so horrible she still didn’t like him all that much. Besides, Neville and Ron were sitting across from her and they were just so cute! Neville’s eyes were content rather than scared and Ron, slowly overcoming his inhibitions, was petting Neville’s hair now that he was done eating. The blond boy looked ready to purr. Emily noticed her watching them.
 “Dey are sweet, ain’t dey, darlin’?” she whispered. Hermione nodded and Emily grinned. “Yer thinkin’ ‘bout da books, ain’tcha? I know dat look.”
 Hermione blinked. That was a new comment. “What do you mean?”
 “Ya get dis look,” Emily elaborated, “’S so differen’ den anythin’ ‘ve evah seen b’fore. ‘S less blind den fanaticism mais… I dun know,” Emily cupped Hermione’s chin in her hand. “Makes ya look even more beautiful den usual, chere.”
 Hermione dipped her chin, avoiding Emily’s red gaze. “Thanks,” she laughed slightly. “But I’m nothing compared to you.”
 “Mutual compliments will get us everywheah, as we know.”
 Seamus turned to Dean as he watched the two girls. “I don’ know if Emily is more woman or more man.”
 “I think,” Dean smirked. “That that’s too big a question for your pretty head, Seamus.”
 Seamus pouted. “You don’t think I have a brain at all, do you?”
 Dean chuckled, snaking an arm around his boyfriend. “No, it’s just fun to tease you.”
 “Well if that’s all it is.” Seamus snuggled up to the tall dark-skinned boy.

 The library was something of a treasure horde to Hermione. She adored being in there. All those books! But this time she had a mission. With a stack of books in front of her on the table she went to work. It was maybe half an hour later when she found her answer.
 
 Djinn: A Middle Eastern version of the more western Genie, also a more deadly version. The three wishes after summoning are still there, but they are usually required to deal with death in one way or another, usually that of the summoner. But the higher ones are more simply bloodthirsty; they will do any request, as long as it includes a death.

 Hermione shuddered. As long as it includes a death. Emily’s! Damn whoever it was! She was shaking, she knew it. It had to be the higher powered one, mostly because no one else had died…well, no one had died, but…
 “Ya alrigh’, darlin’?”
 Hermione shook her head, pointing to the paragraph. Emily read it and chuckled.
 “Ahh, take more den a big blue cloud ta kill me,” she looked down at Hermione, saw the tears start to puddle in the girl’s eyes. “Aw merde, sweetheart…” She pulled Hermione out of the chair and into her arms.
 “You could have though!” Hermione insisted.
 “Died? I doubt i’.”
 “I…still…”
 Emily led Hermione away from the library, and back up into their dorm room. Once there it was a slow perfect move to pull Hermione back into her arms and kiss her.
 Emily’s kisses were not quite fiery, but hot. Caressing and all encompassing. Her quick tongue mapping Hermione’s mouth so thoroughly that Hermione when week in the knees, collapsing back into Emily’s encircling arms. The mutant girl laughed huskily as Hermione’s head fell back, leaving her neck arched sexily. Emily moved her kissed, leaving red marks on Hermione’s neck as she tipped the girl back into bed, slightly surprised when the wizard girl grabbed her face and pulled her down into a fierce kiss.
 Emily smiled, kissing Hermione’s cheeks, lips, nose, forehead. “N’ ones gonna c’me back I t’ink.”
 “Right.”  Hermione lifted her arms up for Emily to strip off her robe over her head. Emily’s own robe soon followed, leaving both girls clad in jeans and T-shirts. Hermione stretched up, arching as her shirt followed the same way as her robe. She wrapped her arms back around Emily’s gangly body, rolling the mutant girl back on the bed.
 “You could have died!”
 “Unlikely,” Emily’s hand slid up the curve of Hermione’s back, skillfully unclasping the girl’s bra and drawing it off her. Her hands slid around over smooth skin, cupping Hermione’s breasts, petting softly and grinning at Hermione’s gasp. “Mais, if ya feel…”
 “I do feel.” Hermione stated, her hand going to Emily’s pants, unzipping them and sliding inside, rubbing promisingly between the red heads legs. Emily groaned.
 “Leas’ ge’ me outta m’ clothes, darlin’.”
 Hermione pulled her hands out of Emily’s pants and slid them under her shirt, practically yanking it off, not even wasting time to smile at her girlfriend’s bra-less state. She bent to kiss Emily’s neck, moving down the slender column with wet, sucking kisses that transferred on to Emily’s shoulders, and collarbone. Cupping the soft mound of one breast in her hand Hermione lapped at the other, slowly, savoring the smooth saltiness of Emily’s tanned skin. Emily moaned softly, arching up as Hermione suckled one pink nipple.
 “’M…’Mione!”
 Hermione rocked her hips against Emily’s her wet tongue tracing around the whole of Emily’s breast as she switched sides, settling her mouth on the twin of the one she had just tasted.
 Emily’s hands slid down Hermione’s back and up through the girl’s thick brown hair as the hands left her sensitive breasts and traveled down to the waist band of her jeans, pushing them down along with her underwear. Her tongue traced down Emily’s stomach, pushing, tickling at remembered sensitive areas, tracing along her sharp hip bones as Hermione knelt between her legs, hands sliding down the her flanks. The wizard girl slithered out of her jeans, leaving her kneeling between Emily’s legs in only her panties. As one hand dived carefully over a hip she looked back up at her girlfriend taking in the arched neck, mouth open and panting. She curled herself back down, licking at the sensitive skin of Emily’s inner thighs.
 “Nnngh! ‘Mione…please!”
 “Hmmm.” Hermione’s hot tongue slid teasingly, wisping against Emily’s clit. One long fingered hand came down, clenching in Hermione’s hair as he lapped, harder and stronger at the sweetness between Emily’s legs. Tongue flickering from clit and then almost inside, as if deciding. Thrusting deep inside Emily finally as the girl panted, gasping.
 “Oh…oh!”
 One hand held Emily’s hips in place, as the other came up to stroke her stomach as Hermione tongue pushed into her, thrusting, brushing at the surrounding walls, drinking in what she could.
 “HERMIONE!”
 Emily’s body jerked, lanky legs sliding against Hermione’s sides. As she quieted Hermione crawled back up her body, kissing her as she blinked away a haze.
 “I taught ya dat?” she asked huskily. “Yer sure ‘m yer first?”
 “Well yes,” Hermione blushed. Emily laughed, pulling her down into a long kiss. Her hand wandered vagrantly down Hermione’s body, catching at the panties and pulling them off, sliding back between the girl’s legs.
 Emily grinned, “well, ‘m da always said ta give as good as ya got.”

 It was maybe two hours later when the girls, sweaty and happy, headed to the showers.
 “We really do need to tell Harry the stuff I found about djinns,” Hermione commented as she washed Emily’s back. Emily nodded.
 “We’ll ge’ dressed an’ go fin’ da boy den.”
 So they were still damp when they wandered in on Harry kissing Draco in the commons room. Hermione blinked, Emily laughed.
 “Yer sure ya wan’ dis ta be public?”
 Harry shrugged. “I wouldn’t really call this all that public. I mean, the only other people here are Seamus and Dean. Even Ron and Neville are up in the dorms.”
 “And the former two aren’t paying any attention to us,” came the comment from Draco.
 Hermione handed the book to Harry.
 “It’s got the stuff about the djinns, like the one that attacked Emily.”
 Draco sighed, “the problem is we know what did it. That’s not really the issue. The issue is who.”
 “Yeah but…”
 Draco cut Hermione off, “You’re the smart one. Think about it. The way Hogwart’s is made a Djinn couldn’t get into the one house’s wing from another one.”
 Harry frowned. “You’re saying that one of ours called that thing.”
 Draco nodded, smiling sourly. “I’m sorry, but it is true.” He ran his fingers consolingly over the back of Harry's hand, which in turn grabbed his own. 
 Emily grimaced. “Not gonna be easy. ‘Mean, yer guys are ‘cepptin’ an’ all, but somma de others…”
 Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around Emily’s waist. “At least there’s got to be a way of keeping you safe.”
 Emily smiled down at the other girl. “Trus’ me, darlin’. I am safe.”
 

Note: ok, so I kinda made up the info on Djinns, don’t kill me if it’s wrong. But those of you who wanted the Hermione/Emily stuff ought to ta be happy. *Rubs eyes* I gotta go to bed now…school tomorrow.

~Isabella

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